Jetii delenda est [ Mandalorian Raid of Ossus vs. SJO ]

[Sorel Crieff]

Location: West of the Aegis base
Allies: The Force
Enemies: To be determined

Sorel walked at a brisk pace – heading towards the forest and for no greater reason than the Force told her so.

Perhaps ‘told’ was an overstatement. The emotions she’d received previously were generic and not in any way location-specific. But as she walked, she entered into a form of Moving Meditation – allowing the Force to guide her and she instead focused on her surroundings. The Force bound her to the land and she could feel it permeate the living things around her, from the smallest blade of grass to the largest of the tree frogs that so wanted to bring down the ships that flew too close to the forest – and sometimes managed to do so through their sheer weight in numbers.

As she walked, she was aware she was heading for the western mountains. They were no easy climb – but as a Padawan here, back in the Republic’s days, she was required to do just that in preparation for the sheer climb up the side of the cliff that housed the old hangar. Once you mastered that without the aid of a rope, anything else was relatively straightforward. And she was reminded of the time she sought out her saber crystals – scaling a vertical sheet of ice in order to find the opening to a cave. As she glanced up, the prospect looked less and less daunting.

And she pressed on, wondering how long before she encountered whatever it was the Force wanted her to meet. Please, not another Wampa nest she mused as she strode forwards.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Mav Halo]

Allies: Mando'ade { [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | etc } & Raid Forces
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order | Others
Objective: Distraction
Location: On the Base approach

As the Grandmaster’s voice filled the comm channels, Kalad found himself tuning the man out in favour of regarding the incoming feed more closely. Oh, he was sure it was a good speech, delivered by what seemed like an equally good man, but it ultimately wouldn’t change anything. Not after they had committed themselves to seeing this through. The loss of face of simply turning tail the moment things started to look hard was far more galling than the bloodshed what was about to come, on either side of the battlefield.

No, Aegis base held his attention. As confident as Vizsla sounded, the Morellian was admittedly a shade less enthusiastic about assaulting a fortified base like that head on. And with good reason. Putting aside the defenders and the weapon emplacements for a moment, the natural landscape would be against them the moment they broke the treeline, forced to fight what could very well be the literal definition of an uphill battle through steep and highly exposed terrain. If that didn't slow them down, the razor wire and trenches that lay beyond certainly would. Oh, and the mines, because there were always mines. Anti-personnel and anti-vehicle most likely, scattered around like gorram sprinkles on an already sickly sweet ujj cake.

"Times like this I really could do with picking up a drinking problem, if only for the excuse of signing on to jobs this karkin’ crazy." He muttered softly before turning his attention towards the Shysa contingent of their combined forces, cycling back into comm channel once more to ensure his orders were heard. "<<Davos, bring up the long guns. You're going to give those jetii in the trenches a crash course in ducking and diving.>>"

If they couldn't have cover, they would at least need the defenders to think twice about popping their heads up. The weapon emplacements would require a little more boom to make them flinch, but he would leave that and the heavy ordinance requirements to the Vizslas. After all, more so than anyone else, they should be used to handling things that blew up in their faces by now.

"<<Best to assume whoever made that base was a sadistic kark, so assaulting in overwhelming force is just gonna ​end up in overwhelming casualties. We should spread it wide, hit and fade along the northern line, dropping a few dampener gas clouds for cover. Maybe sacrifice some of our Orar'uliks to draw the worst of it. Make it look like we're probing before a larger attack.>>" He keyed a few buttons on his gauntlet, highlighting several sections on the map that would hopefully be the most ideal and believable targets. "<<If they buy it, it should give Recce the time they need. If they don't, well... We'll just have to meat and grinder our way through with those peregrines.>>"

Not exactly the greatest of plans, but Kalad was just a run-of-the-mill mercenary, not a bombad general. No one had really factored in coming across a base quite that well defended anyway. As if the Jedi temple and their guardians weren't enough to deal with today. Of course, Mandalorians thrived in situations like this. The higher the odds, the greater the victory. He would just leave the finer details for the two Vizslas to worry and fret over.

His piece said, Kalad resumed his steady advance on the fortification, set on putting himself amongst the first wave. That way, if things went wrong, he wouldn't have to be around when the looks of recrimination started making their rounds.

"<<And Grim,>> He called back, "<<if you want to make it a real contest, at least make it an even thousand. I wouldn't even get bed for anything less.>>"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Ossus
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Grim Vizsla"], [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Marcus Lok"], [member="Neskar A'toll"], [member="Kade Kelborn"], [member="Verz Horak"], [member="Brent Warnel"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Dariak Talesa"], [member="Kalad Shysa"], [member="Ijaat Mereel"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi and Friends, [member="Aela Talith"]
Objective: Raid, pillage, and burn.
Gear:

Spoiler

-Armor w/jetpack
-Assault Rifle
-Two WESTAR 34 pistols
-Two flashbangs
-One sonic grenade
-One thermal detonator
-Fett-Kal knife
-Beskad

Twice he had gave a hand to the Silver Jedi on a primitive world called Midvinter against some zombies and on Ziost against the late zealots of the Primeval.

But that was a long time ago, and all that was mercenary work.

Now he would come to the Silver Jedi not as a friend, but an enemy. Vilaz was reminded by the history of his people of how the feud between the Jedi and the Mandalorians affected motherland Mandalore. They called it the Dral'Han, or known in the Mandalorian tongue "Annihilation". It was a time when the Mandalorians experienced technological growth, but refused to join the Galactic Republic after the Ruusan Reformations and because of this, the Galactic Republic and the Jedi launched a task force against Mandalore and her warriors which resulted scarring and disfiguring Mandalore. All because they refused to join them.

Now it was the Mandalorians to return the favor, and it was the reason why Vilaz no longer felt indifferent about them - but verily disliked them.

Four elite Munin clansmen followed Vilaz as he was with the Mandalorian raiding force that was approaching the Jedi Temple, and every Mandalorian was hailed down by the Grandmaster. He'd do well as a politician, but that wouldn't stop the Mandalorians stop, turn around, and go back home. No, they were better than that. When did they ever faltered to the words of a Jedi or some foreigner? Never.

"What the hell do we look like? The New Mandos," the Munin said in the private, secured comms that the Mandalorians shared with each other. He looked at Ronan, the warrior that seemed to be in charge of this operation, and asked him, "How do you intend we get in there with all those defenses, Vizsla?" He was Akaan, but this was Ronan's raid and he was the head of it all.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: West of Aegis Base
Allies: The Force, machine power
Enemies: Jedi, probably [member="Sorel Crieff"]


A Jedi would have said that the Force guided her. However, unlike her mirror, Enyo had never been one. The clone had been trained by a Dark Eldorai and so to her the Force was Sciia. It was her spiritual power, not an all-encompassing energy field shared by all living things. Certainly not a cosmic power that bound the universe together and possessed a will of its own.


Regardless, she approached her target with unerring precision. The western mountains loomed large, presenting an imposing obstacle for any intruder. The shield generator's reactor had been dug into the bedrock of the mountain. Here one could also find barracks, storage and the armoury at lower levels. These cliffs were a formidable barrier. Scaling them was difficult...but not impossible.


Scaling the cliffs was one armoured figure, more machine than human. Despite the difficulties, Enyo moved at a brisk pace, climbing like a spider. She'd scaled the mountains of hellish, volcanic Gehenna, a world that spawned the evil Bando Gora. At least Ossus was not a hellish hothouse infested with fiends and hungry abominations. Thus she forced her way upward, moving with great care yet determination. An ordinary human might have found it difficult, but the almost tireless metal of the of the cyborg allowed her to scale up the cliffs. Her duraplast armour was fairly basic, but obscured her face and identity. It bore no insignia that could tie her to an armed organisation or nation. It also gave her the mobility needed to move up the mountain, since it was not particularly bulky. It also had a personal energy shield.


As she got closer to the top, the clone produced a slim periscope and sighted around soldiers that were on patrol on a nearby upper level. None seemed to have spotted her, so she continued her ascent. Her Force senses prickled when she perceived a Force presence. It was still faint due to the distance, which meant she could not pinpoint it, but getting closer.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Everyone else

Causstik Rahn and fleet exited hyper space and entered the vast void of “Real” space. The Scorekeeper was a large vessel covered in hides that the crew had attached to her metal body. Large meat hooks floated beneath her. They were adorned with a thousand scalps, ears, necklaces of teeth. On the aft of the ship the body of a man was strung up. It was preserved by space and served as a warning. The Scorekeeper was a daunting sight indeed.

Causstik Rahn sat aboard the command bridge contemplating how best to proceed to Ossus. “Prepare the shield generator! Full power to the aft!”

Deep within the bowls of the Scorekeeper thousands of slaves were herded into the turbine room. Beaters wandered along the mulling crowd and whipped any who were to slow. Hundreds of Trandoshans began beating hide drums and the slaves shoved the massive turbines to the beat. “PUSH YOU DOGS! THIS SHIP IS YOUR BODY NOW AND THOSE DRUMS ARE YOUR HEART! PUSH OR WE ALL DIE!” The slave master roared. Slowly, but surely the shields came online.

Causstik stood out of his chair and began pacing the bridge. “Enter orbit and drop our troopers in the swamp. Once the pods are clear exit orbit,” Causstik hissed. Most of the troops were aboard the MC40 light cruisers.

The men aboard the light cruisers were eager to prove their worth. They had been untested in battle and thus their ship was unadorned of any trophies whatsoever. Today they would have their chance though. Causstik grabbed his son by the shoulder “Lead our fleet to victory son,” Crossk bowed his head in honor and Causstik made his way to his own pod. They’d be entering orbit soon…

Fleet:
Scorekeeper
2 MC40a light cruisers

Troops:
600 Trandoshans
24 Drouks
12 Rancors

 

[Neskar A'toll]

"Chakaar - thief, petty criminal, scumbag; Literally: "grave robber"; general term of abuse."

Again, Chakaar. The acidity of the word rolled on his tongue, seething, receding and growing with the bile in the back of his throat. He was going to complain loudly but that was sort of right anyway so he couldn't quite argue the point against it. It was who he was, and he had done many unsavoury things in his life. Was it his pride that he felt reach up the back of his spine, and force the reddening of his cheeks? It didn't matter. Even the greatest of the legends before him had used trickery and treachery; and it had worked, admittedly up until they lost. They were smart men, so Neskar decided to follow in their steps (deigning to include the losing part, of course) and think this out the smart and logical way. Of course, no smart man just blindly threw himself into danger for the call of bravery; if they did, it's not like they lasted long anyway. Smart men don't die unless they want to, he reminded himself.

The glow of day gleamed onto the darkness of his visor, from which the canopy above had been serrated by sunlight, running jaggedly through thinned leaves. "We'll have to move in quickly, then get this other with, 'case we get pinned down." He spoke aloud in his coarse Corellian accent, not too great a distance behind Dariak Talesa and Marcus Lok as the trio curved toward the southern Balista cannon, tasked to eliminate it. Flames rippled out from his integrated jet-pack, his body skimming low like a dragonfly, their infiltration imperative in supplying a chink in the armour that delayed their approach. Hell, they could slip right under that shield and get right at that cannon. Easier said than done, perhaps.

Grim Vizsla | Ronan Vizsla | Oron Verd | Causstik Rahn

 

[Kami Meran]

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enemys the other lot.
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Kami took a breath and RAN. this was her.
running, running was her thing She wasn't a bruit she didn't have the Force. she had speed.
for once her breathing was... it did not hurt her muscles felt fine they did not ache
rhe ran and ducked dodging several blaster bolts she... she was allive more allive than ant time in months.
A jedi attacked her tith a force pike.

Force be dammed she fainted with her Chakrams making theJedi move to block only for Kami to roll over him and slit hir throught then not breaking momentum.. momentum was god ske span bringing her slashing weapons down into two soldiers.

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

Location: Space close to Ossus
Allies: [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: Jedi and Mandos
Objective: Land safely on Ossus.

His ship's systems were offline. He floated cautiously around the empty vacuum known as space. The interior of his ship, covered in glass and with several scorch marks and somewhat blood stains smeared across the walls. He sat towards the back of his ship, with his make-shift lightsaber taken from his mother's small collection - of course, he'd return it before she notices. Until he constructs his own of course, however... that isn't going to be easy for what he intends to build. Though, he sat there in his own miniature world, calculating his plan. Though, not as if any of his plans usually go... the way he wants.

A soft sigh would leave his mouth as his droid approached him. It's metallic speakers would open, before a loud noise would emit. "Brrzzt-" As that, the crimson blade would emit slicing the droid straight down the center in a vertical motion. The madness had already begun. With that, he would march over to the command panel. He would glance to the right side of his front view, seeing the large assortment of ships of [member="Darth Ignus"] 's fleet. A soft chuckle would leave his mouth, somewhat seeming excited overall. His first battle, how exhilarating.

With a swipe of his three fingered hands, he would activate his systems and firing his engines towards the planet. He stood on his lonesome on the ship, the back end scorched from some previous events. The ship seemed overall as if it were falling apart. Which was the plan. He made it seem that way. No one knew who he was, no one. He intended to land, and attempt to infiltrate the establishment without batting any eyelids. That was the plan. He doubted it would work, so he came prepared for if it didn't. He brought his pets.

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[Marcus Lok]

Objective: Take the Gun
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Jetii and their gun toting subordinates.
Location: South of Aegis (Marshland)

Marcus continued to press on through the constricting jungle and marsh plants that seemed to infest the southern flank of the fort. More than once he felt his boot slip into a muddy hole that would feel endless until he pulled himself out and back onto the wet grass of the marshland. This would be torturous for any large force to cross, and there was no doubt that this was part of the strategy! If any heavy equipment attempted to pass through this land, it would probably be well and truly sunk without the use of repulsorlifts, and even then the trees and entangling mangroves would mean that nothing heavier than perhaps a force of speeder bikes could hope to penetrate this mess.

He was glad that his two comrades had chosen to follow him to help with the plan, lest they be thrown at the wall with the rest of the warriors who eagerly awaited the assault on the fortress from the east. If they decided to attack before any of the defenses had been taken down or even hindered... Well... It would be a very glorious battle. And so he stomped on through marsh grass and sinkholes until he finally found the dull glow of another man's helmet.

"[member="Dariak Talesa"]? I'm Marcus. We haven't heard anything from Viszla but if we can move in while the darkness still shields us, we might just have a chance... These are two more vod, they are eager to get into it."

A few short gestures to the men behind him would indicate their own presence in the darkness, though they had likely been spotted even before they had arrived. It would be a challenge to cross the open ground to the wall of the fortress without tipping off any of the alarms and landmines that were surely planted in the perimeter, but with the use of their rocket packs, it was still a possibility.

"If we can gain control of that gun, then we'll able to bring this thing down like a house of cards... That is, if we can get to it. It's too bad they've built this thing up like an Order Prison Camp before we've even begun to fire..."

[member="Brent Warnel"] / [member="Neskar A'toll"] / [member="Dariak Talesa"] / [member="Grim Vizsla"] / [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] / [member="Kami Meran"] / [member="Ronan Vizsla"] / [member="Kalad Shysa"] / [member="Verz Horak"] / [member="Sorel Crieff"] / [member="Draconis Caesar"]​

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Location: 800 meters from Aegis Base

Strength: 4 Tal'kad Verde (Callsign Recce 3)


Allies: Mandalorians -- [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] | [member="Kalad Shysa"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] [felt like tagging ya] | [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Kami Meran"] | [member="Brent Warnel"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order -- [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]





The Mandalorian looked up in his fighting hole and saw [member="Marcus Lok"] to whom he provided a nod to. More support actually made Dariak feel good about this little objective he had set himself. There was also a good point; the darkness. With their stealth field generators the scouts would be all but impossible to see. At least for the enemy. Their armour signatures would still chime out for Mandalorian HUD readouts to prevent friendly fire. After all in this type of operation you tended to shoot first or not at all.

He climbed out of the fighting hole and stood in front of Marcus, his rifle slung across the front of his armour. "I was just going to simply blow it up. But turning the enemy's firepower against them? This is a plan I can get behind. But let's just be clear. These are my men." replied the scout who gestured to the other warriors who, like him, were adorned in black armour, pelts and camouflage netting. "So no bravdo. No shouting 'Oya' at the top of our lungs because that's what big, brave Mando'ade do. We do this smart. You look like smart lads."

Of course he wasn't speaking in a harsh tone. Quite the opposite as he was smiling wide just like this scouts who had started to hold out stealth-field belts for the trio that had joined them. Mandalorian commanders wouldn't send the big, loud bastards on a stealth mission. No. Dariak figured that Marcus and his comrades were just as underhanded, sneaky and cunning as he was. Probably more which actually made him feel a lot better. Operating beside people who were better at their job than you often made a mission easier.

The Concordian continued. "Jetpacks are a no. I thought about it but they're loud. And they have anti-air emplacements. They've probably wired up sensors and mines along the approach so we can use a sweeper for the mines and a stealth field generator for the sensors. We slip beneath their shield and then get into the gun compartment all quiet like. Then me and my boys will hold off any counter-attack while you play with their shiny gun."

 

[Arage Bao]

Allies: Mandalorians -- [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] | [member="Kalad Shysa"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Kami Meran"] | [member="Brent Warnel"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order -- [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Draconis Caesar"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Objective: Burn them all.

Ronan did listen, silently, before shaking his head.

It seemed that the Jetti hadn't changed after all and were still the same old same. They did not, could not, understand that the Mandalorian people had little patience nor respect for their diplomatic ways. The Republic had tried in in the past. Send one of their fancy diplomats with pretty big words to talk down at them, in an attempt to forge an alliance against the Sith.

It hadn't gone over well.

This one was more eloquent and from the heart, but there was no retreat here. The Mandalorians had come here in the knowledge that the Manda was open to each and every one of them.

Retreat would put that in jeopardy. What were a few more years worth in the face of your soul's complete annihilation?

Ronan was about to join the fray and order the 'assault', when he noticed a runner coming for their command party. One of the scouts he had sent out prior. The young Vizsla lad seemed in a hurry, and it took no time for him to join them.

"Might want to wait on that bet, vod Grim." Vizsla responded grimly. A moment after the Vizsla scout arrived and he wasted no time -- they all knew the stakes here, there was no time to waste.

"Alor Vizsla. You sent me to scout out the parameters of the Jetti fortification. We found out something crucial: their shields are only projected from a certain height, around the 40 to 60m mark."

Now a wicked grin started tugging at Ronan's mouth, he immediately dismissed the scout so he could refresh himself.

"Lads." He mentioned towards Shysa, Grim and Vilaz. "New plan- this will be karking daring and almost certainly suicidal. Three cloaked Orar'uliik'e try to slip underneath the shield, while our main forces stage the diversion and Recce Three takes out that Southern gun. If you ain't in, tell me now and you can stay with the main forces."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Jungle somewhere below thr temple
Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] @Darth Prazitus [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi and Mandos [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
Objective: Hide and seek
Gear: In bio

It seemed like the other sith took their time to set foot on this world so improvising was his only option now. But that wasn't the only problem that concerned him, there was one much closer and much more imminent than that. He had done his best to mask his presence, but from somewhere in the jungle he could feel a presence coming closer and closer. Whoever it belonged to was strong in the force and seemingly also very skilled in the arts of the force that allowed to see more than the eyes could.

But with skill came arrogance, and with arrogance came weakness. He simply he had to display himself as outsmarted, as weak and injured. A plan were he was both trap and bait at the same time formed in his mind, and it was one of those things only sith, and in particular only one that had been kissed by madness could really perform.

The cloak of invisibility falling from his shoulders Abyss reached for one of the laserknifes hidden in his sleeves, and ignited the purple blade. After a last moment of consideration the blade began to leave cuts over his left leg, over his chest and stomach and finally over his neck. The wounds looked a lot worse due to the burn than they actually were, but there was still a high level of pain attached to them. Yet he didn't allowed his focus to fade from his force concealment for one second, not until he was satisfied with his work.

Slowly he rose from the fallen tree to place himself in a slightly unnatural looking position in front of it, laying on the ground like a dieing man. Then he released most of his concealment, still hiding his true strength, but revealing himself openly in the force. Exactly like someone who finally fell victim to his wounds.

The trap was set, and the bait was prepared. Now all he had to do was wait.

 

[Jost Garr]

Objective: Defend the Jedi Temple.
Location: Voss.
Allies: @SJO
Enemies: @Mandos and Sith.

Jost Garr sat alone in his quarters on Voss, trying to practice his meditation. His things were packed, as the young Padawan was planning on moving from his room at the Voss academy to the temple on Rhen Var, to serve with the Silver Watch. Jost had no real experience, and he hoped Rhen Var could change it. The Togruta opened his green eyes and rose to his feet. He had practiced enough, for now. Planning on finding more time to meditate later, Jost made his way out into the main hall of the temple.

It was when the Padawan made it out into the main hall that the atmosphere seemed to change. Jedi running around, disrupting the normally peaceful environment. It took Jost what seemed like a while to figure out what was going on. He paused when he was told that there was an attack on Ossus, and that the Grandmaster himself had already left for the planet. The Jedi were scrambling for reinforcements, and Jost had volunteered to be a part of the first wave.

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Standing on one of the ships dispatched for the besieged planet, Jost felt quite tense. He had only left Voss once since his arrival, and that had been a relatively safe trip. The Padawan was untested, inexperienced and young. His mind was plagued with second thoughts, but it was too late to back out now. Every moment they drew closer and closer to Ossus, and they were nearly there by now. The group of Jedi he was travelling with did not seem nearly as nervous as he, which seemed to make it worse for the poor Togruta. He crossed his arms and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself before they were sent to the surface and battleground.

A short while later, Jost Garr was standing on the surface inside of the Aegis Base. He had his lightsaber in hand, but he felt as if he no longer had any clue how to use it. He stood still as he watched others run across the base, finding their positions. Jost was wondering where to go when he heard the Grandmaster's voice come over the comms. Hearing the man speak did wonders for Jost's nervousness. He listened intently to the message, then began looking around once more, trying to find where he should place himself.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

LOCATION: Jungle, around 1-2km west of the temple
[member="Darth Abyss"]

Her empathic senses, usually short-range, began to pick up both grim determination and pain. As she came into sight of the wounded man at the base of the tree, she scanned the surrounding forest in case he was bait, but she sensed nothing else. This had to be either the Darksider she'd sensed, or a victim, with the Darksider still out there somewhere, presence concealed. Her navigational instincts had brought her here, but it wasn't as if the Force took requests: this could be where she was supposed to be, not necessarily where the Darksider had wound up. So that proved nothing: he could be innocent, he could be guilty. In need of serious help, or looking to trap her. She listened hard via the empathic senses she'd inherited from her Zeltron mother, but the man's pain blotted out a good deal of detail. If he was deceiving her, she apparently couldn't pick it up.

It looked like someone had taken a lightsabre to him. Left leg, chest, stomach, neck: long wounds, but at least some had been caused by grazing blows, or the sabre would have taken off his leg or head. Maybe they'd been inflicted by a Jedi aiming to cripple a Sith, or a Sith looking to cripple someone else; maybe he'd done them himself. No way to know.

He didn't stink of fear, the apparently dying man. Might mean a trap. Might mean he was ready to die, or not conscious enough to be afraid. No way to know that either.

The only certain thing was his pain. Everything else was an unknown.

She slung her shotgun across her back and switched her unignited lightfoil to her left hand. She fished in the pocket of her long coat and withdrew a blue gem on a silvery chain: the legendary Ankarres Sapphire. Pound for pound, the most powerful healing artifact in the galaxy -- and it burned Darksiders on contact. She approached, long coat swishing around her bare knees. Her goal was to crouch beside the apparently crippled man and dangle the gem against the wound on his leg.

 

[Zef Halo]

The sudden transmission on a wide open channel made by a renown Jedi cut him off from responding cheekily to the Shysa. Words, words, words. The Jetii, according to Grim, always used them when their backs were against the wall. In any other scenario - they'd impale you ruthlessly for the greater good. Jedi, Sith, both were the same in Grim's eyes . Religious nuts. They had the same root in their named in Mando'a - Jetii and Dar'jetii.

Both he disliked.

Before the salvager could give his comment about that, a Vizsla scout appeared bearing interesting news that made Grim smirk. He was also sure Ronan had a greater smirk underneath his helmet. The Alor's quick explanation of a suicidal plan proved that Grim was right. Not only was he smirking, Ronan most likely had the wickedest grins of all time.

Grim had only one thing to say now.

"<< Two-thousand chits. >>"


[member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Kalad Shysa"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Verz Horak]

Allies: Mando'ade: -- [member="Ronan Vizsla"] I @Grim Vizsla | @Vilaz Munin | [member="Marcus Lok"] | @Ijaat Mereel | @Causstik Rahn | [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] | @Kalad Shysa | @Taryc Ap'Irae | @Neskar A'toll | @Dariak Talesa | [member="Kami Meran"] | @Brent Warnel

Enemies: Silver Jedi, non Mandos

Objective: Wreak Havoc

Verz had mounted up with the other fast riders, the quiet speeders eating up the ground beneath him rapidly. Soon, they would be upon the Jedi temple, and their target would burn. His rifle was strapped to his back, with a pistol in an easy to reach holster on the bike itself. He spotted [member="Vilaz Munin"] ahead, the new Mand'alor ahead, and maneuvered his bike alongside him. Verz activated his secure comm.

"So ner vod, are you ready for this?"

On the surface, the question would have seemed to have been about the raid. However, Verz had once held the title of Mand'alor himself, and the question was about that very title.

"Just so you know, you have my support. You earned the title rightfully, and I will follow your lead. You have my sword arm."

 

[H3xle]

Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi [member="jamie pyne"]
Neutral: Mandos
Objective: Obfuscate, misdirect, and infiltrate


The speeder bikes came through the trees and encircled his dropship. Moving through the trees like a ghost, Waide approached one guardsman. Quickly, he slipped up behind the man and applied a choke hold, pulling the man back behind some foliage. He ensured that the man was still alive, wary of biometric devices giving away his presence too early. Before the other two had even noticed his absence, Waide applied the same technique to the woman guardsman on the port side of his dropship, pulling her back into the foliage before moving towards the third.

The third was beginning to notice something was amiss, she had been talking with no answer. Waide needed to hurry, needed to strike before any reports were made. In a flow of dark robes around his armored form, he stormed around the ship, flinging a hand out to the third and final guardsman. This was no telekinetic attack, nor any other of the more obvious combat techniques. This third guard he needed to further his plans. With his hand, he threw out his awareness in the force, sliding his dark presence around the mind of the guard, and making it his. His voice, when he spoke, came out distorted by his mask and a voice adapter.

"There is nothing suspicious here." He intoned, pushing the thought and feeling through to her mind.

"There is nothing suspicious here." She repeated, her voice seeming to wrap slowly around the words. Waide's nostrils flared, and he pushed harder as he approached.

"You will radio in and tell them that you found a Republic agent, he needs to get to the fort quickly." He spoke as if to a child, his mind gripping hers in a vice grip. Slowly, she pulled a commlink from her belt. As it drew closer to her face, her movements became more smooth, his control becoming firmer and more absolute. She thumbed it on, and spoke almost naturally.

"Vanguard Outpost, this is Smoke 4. We found an old Republic dropship, an agent coming out of deep cover. Ident confirmed, he needs to get to Aegis on the double." She reported, spinning his web as if it were her own.

"Smoke 4, this is Vanguard. If he's confirmed, get him there fast, Aegis is under an attack warning." The controller at Vanguard Outpost replied, his voice dripping with stress.

"Inform them your companions will remain to secure my ship." He instructed his pawn.

"Smoke 5 and 6 are going to remain to secure the ship. Smoke 4 out." She responded, then tucked her commlink back into her belt. Waide then removed his armor and robe, stripping down to his under clothes before dressing in the uniform the male guardsman had been wearing. His breath came a bit quicker as he set aside his mask for the combat helmet, but he kept himself under control. The unfamiliar feel of a blaster on his right hip was only countered by the hilt of his lightsaber residing in the sleeve of the uniform jacket. He set his armor in the ship and locked it, before turning to his pawn.

"Good. Now we shall get on your speeder bike and you will fly me to Aegis quickly and on a secure path." His mental muscles flexed on this command, and she nodded before mounting her bike. Waide joined her, and together they flew away from the dropship and the unconscious soldiers. They took the terrain at near breakneck speeds, but she was a natural at this, and Waide was directing her as loosely as possible to let her natural reflexes flow.

Quickly, they grew closer to Aegis, and Waide's eventual goal.

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent followed Marcus through the thick jungle and marshland of the southern flank of the fortress. He knew Marcus was thinking the same thing as he was, any attack through these marshes would be suicide. Soldiers would be bogged down and exhausted just from walking through the thick mud, by the time they got to even fight, if they made it that far, they would be tired and worn down and easy targets for the automated turrets on the fortress.

Brent was wondering where Marcus was taking them until, almost out of the blue, they stumbled upon another group of Mando's in the jungle. These warriors were different, Brent could tell. All of them wore a similar matte-black armor that hugged the night, and made them hard to see. A recon team, or some type of stealth team, they had to be.

Marcus and the leader of the other group exchanged words. [member="Dariak Talesa"] made it clear who was in charge of the assault. He would help them get inside, and then Brent and the other two could do their work on the main cannon, turning it against the silvers.

Dariak meant business, and Brent could tell as he accepted the stealth belt from one of Dariak's warriors. Brent nodded in thanks, hoping the device adapted to his armor without any problems. Brent fastened the stealth belt to his armor and listened as Dariak outlined the plan. It was a simple plan, which meant it would probably work.

"You seem to have already thought this through, ner vod, I'm ready whenever you give the command," Brent told Dariak and Marcus as he double checked his equipment.

Very soon they would advance, and show the Jetii what true fighting was. Brent smiled to himself as he thought of the battle to come, as he felt himself loosening up and readying for a fight.

[member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Location: Aegis Base - Jedi Temple Inner Chamber
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] & SJO
Enemies: [member="Waide"] (Soon) | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | Mandalorians | Sith

"Oh! Aela! What's going on?!" Jamie shouted, casting her voice over the sound of the alert ringing through her head as she bumped straight into Aela, rounding a corner from her swift exit of the Library.

Something that loud and obnoxious could hardly mean anything positive, she thought, though she had never been exposed to any kind of panic alarm, battle siren, or warning alert before. For all she knew this was simply a test of such a system as the others had filed quickly out, though most of the children and younger youths didn't appear overly frightened, more so concerned than anything. Perhaps they knew something she didn't, though none stuck around long enough for her to ask the questions.

"Is there something wrong?"

It seemed like whatever kind of drill they were running was rather intense, as temple guard began pouring out of the woodwork like ants, barking orders to one another to lock down certain chambers and begin watch of perimeters, as well as to prepare for the arrival of some kind of VIP agent of sorts, she wasn't quite sure what that meant, and only caught the tail end of the conversation, but it sounded serious enough to warrant additional guard to escort this person.

"It looks like the children are being ushered towards the inner sanctum. Have you heard anything?"

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Southern trenches of Aegis Base
Allies: Silver Jedi and allies
Enemies: [member="Dariak Talesa"], Mandalorians

Travot heard the grandmaster's words begin to play out over his comlink as the two entered the inner trench of the base. The two leaned up against the wall that was their newfound protection against the horrors of modern technology: blaster bolts, artillery shells, errant vehicles, and any number of dangers that the intruders could throw their way. Travot turned his attention from probing the battlefield with the Force to listen to Thurion's words. The man's speech seemed genuine, but Travot wondered if the Mandalorians would really be open to discussions. When he was younger, Travot had thought the Mandalorians as unenlightened: a primal people who had somehow managed to eek out an existence among massive superpowers through stubborn will and beskar. The years had passed and changed his perception of them to simply being a different and somewhat misunderstood culture. But his conceptualization of their stubborness had not changed. Travot briefly struggled to recall the words of a certain book, They call us all traitor, that he had read a few chapters of in passing during a recent trip to Ilum. He held out little hope that the conflict wouldn't come to pass, and as the man's speech faded, he turned his attention back to the battlefield waiting to happen.

"Glad to see you with us," said one of the soldiers, propping up his long-barreled rifle against the walls, "with you all here, I feel like I can concentrate on my work."

Travot spared a glance at Rol, whose lekku twitched in response. Travot interpreted that gesture to mean that the twi'lekk was just as clueless as he was about what that meant. But the bearded soldier pulled up a silver box with several metal rods sticking out of the top of it. The susevfian had seen a similar model before, and quickly realized that the man was scanning for threats, whether they were life form readings or comlink activity. he turned his attention back to Rol, but the twi'lekk had turned to his head to peak over the trench to look forward. Travot joined him.

"We should move forward," said his roommate.

"Is that what the Force tells you?"

"It's a gut feeling," confided Rol, "I'm not really sure if its the Force subtly telling me...or just...I don't know, something else."

"And you thought I was going to get into trouble..."